DYouville College - DYouvillian Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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W ! uvn, fx -me 910 MAN 19-as X I 4:4 Q 2' is , X W ts x. I at X, 1 ,., SOLILOQUY or ETC. Nothing to do but logic and trig, Nothing to feed but the fish. Nowhere to go but to school every day, Which isn't at all what I wish. Nothing to see but seniors in gowns, With undergrads scattered around. Nothing to wash in but sinks and the like, In which if I fell I'd be drowned. Since there's nothing to do but to die When one departs from this valley of fears, I'll keep living my own little common place life Where at least there's the comfort of tears. A cut or two mid weeks of faithfulness, Cures both a fever and lethargickness. FRESHMAN TO SENIOR: I'm glad that I am only me And glad that you are you. If you were me and I were thee, What would we ever do? To think your thoughts instead of mine Wotild so perplexing be! And so I'm glad that you are you And I am only me. PORTRAIT or A FRESHMAN. Vkfithin her glove, she wore a hand, Between her ears, a face, Beneath her hat there was a head- And in her head was space. 1SN'T 1T THE DICKENS? According to Great Expectations, Our Mutual Friend found Oliver Twist in the Old Curiosity Shop with David Copperfield reading The Tale of Two Cities in Pickwick Papers. 132

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W bf- ..fOUVILLIAN M i 5 THE V 92,5-NX There was an old man named Tmesis Who thought TNT was for nieces. He called little Floy Said, Here, Floy, is a toy, And the shock of it blew her to pieces. When telling things to Simon Brown You must always write them down- ' Else your telling's all in vain. Things you speak, as to another, Go in one ear, out the other, Because there's nothing in betwane ! There are some folks, I have heard say, Who in a. very generous way Bestow freely every day,--- Their time. It matters not how much they gave, They are the kind who always save, They give it even to the grave- Their time. They give to rich, they give to poor, They give to Christian, pagan, Moor, They lay it even at your door- Their time. These folks not only give, they take , Their natures make, and also break, Those kindly souls on whom they fake- Their time. The only thing that these folks spend, The only thing that these folks lend, Is that which serves their own best end Their time. Said Horace one day to his friends far and near I'm quite happy with pancakes and peas, How he ever stayed single's a puzzle to me, Since he was so easy to please! l 3 l

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THE 9 1925-WX -il. r ,.iQUVILLIA 3 To A FRESHM.-KN! Latin student, Latin student, Don't you cry, don't you cry! Trot a little harder, trot a little harder, You'll get by fmaybej, you'll get by. Tell me not in mournful numbers Logic marks below the line! Grant me rather, happy slumbers Telling me 'twas ninety-nine. Not enjoyment, and not pleasure Is our destined end or way, But to study hard and harder, Lest we flunk out any day. F stands for freshman, green and untaught Straight from a prep school, she really knows naught, She's with us four seasons For manifold reasons-- And we wonder if then she knows aught? Said Bob in the tree: 'Tm a monk at the zoo. Said Bob on the ground: Then I'm glad I'm not you. Said Bob in the tree: But you are my brother, And if I am a monkey, you're surely another! MAIDEN'S PRAYER CBEFORE EXAMSQ When I'm sitting, scared, in the study hall, And before me there stretches a great blank wall, Grant that the prism and parallel plane Will straighten themselves in my twisted brain, Send me some Logic, some Chemistry, too- Send me Greek verbs-all I need to get through, Send me some marks lofty and grand, None of the low ones so base and sad. Send a cheerful thought if my head grows dour-- But let me be serious for this hour. fBecause after the hour I may leavej 133